Messages that I don't dare, don't bear to delete. I am still giving myself excuses to delay the time. Reading some messages that day, still didn't delete it. Seems silly, seems no point, seems no use having it. But I don't what's keeping me. Maybe I just feel that those memories are really beautiful, too beautiful to be deleted.
They're right, I am not fine. It's just the cover page, not content. My heart haven't die. But I need to make it die for you...
